i got a voicemail from my nephew yesterday. at first it seemed an innocent message.
5-year-old miles wanted to recount for me (with his mom's help) the story of his adoption:
"you came to see me at the hospital."
(whisper whisper whisper).
"and you and mommy and daddy drove straight through the night. to see me."
(whisper whisper).
"owen played with your hair."
(whisper).
"and you fell asleep."
"but mommy and daddy drove straight through the night. to see me."
(whisper).
"at the hospital."

in the midst of my reverie, the real purpose in miles' call came through.
"you came to the hospital. to see me."
"but you did not for leta...right?"
(yes! she did!)
"NO!"
click.
i laughed out loud.
it's hard being de-throned by a younger sibling. especially a girl.
1 comment:
That's great. I love innocent savagery.
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